TheExiled

History:

They say two heads are better than one, so three must be spectacular, right? Exiled has that. While they all see the other heads as himself, each has his own defining characteristic: the left head always hungers for his next meal, the right head isn't quite sane, and the middle head’s brow seem to be constantly furled in anger.

Exiled’s similarities to an emperor is not, in fact, coincidental. His father, a scientist, was experimenting on emperor magic to find a way to prevent any future incidents. Whether he purposely or accidentally contaminated his son with said magic is unknown, as well as if he realized he could not prevent emperors before or after this event. They say fight fire with fire - maybe he thought the same for emperors.

While not undead nor as mindless as one, Exiled certainly possess some of the same strength and qualities of an emperor; he’s abnormally large and muscular, with razor sharps claws and teeth, and holds the magic of three dragons in his single body.

During times of peace, the middle head takes charge. But when a fight commences, they'll equally take reign of the body, the two coming to the aid of their less combat-savvy head, each focusing on different aspects of fighting: one dodges oncoming attacks and returns it, while another keeps lookout for any other oncoming opponents and terrain hindrances, while the last draws on their magic to supplement the physical attacks with magical ones. An acid-like venom can be seen in his transparent belly, to be spat at eyes and venerable areas when the opportunity arises.

What with his combat prowess, it comes as no surprise that Requiem, both queen and general of the clan, finds value in him as a guard. The rest of the clan, however, are wary of him. Only the king truly trusts the Emperor tundra like the queen does - though it does not mean the clan doesn't try. Some have learned to tolerate - even enjoy - his presence, yet that unease still sits heavy in their stomachs, never completely disappearing.

Hatchling, however, have no such qualms. Maybe it's the fluffy fur or the fact he lets them get away with anything, but hatchlings flock to the tundra despite their parents’ warnings. Exiled enjoys the attention, and is as gentle as a mother with her child and soft as a teddy bear when he plays with them. The sincerity and lack of fear in the hatchlings’ and Requiem’s eyes are what keeps him here, what makes everything bearable.

Exiled has a cave aways away, close enough to protect his clan, yet far enough to satisfy those who scorn and fear him. As well as his residence, Requiem provided Exiled with treasure and food for his services. She’s clearly fond of him, some even have heard her mention searching for a companion for the emperor, for a relationship for him that surpasses just a friend.